Notes from a friend (Acrostic)

by Ah Satan 666   Apr 11, 2021

Absence is the initial feeling, as I slowly turn to my
left; where you once sat. The wind echoes melodies, as if
enchanting whispers sang a riff through this rickety old bench; like
xylophone bars being tickled with a dandilion seed mallet.

Jasimine petals dance the tango, through entwined nobbly
arches of the dusty pink blossom tree branches. The soft
vibration causing a gentle whistle, as the cocky, confident,
invasive woodpecker, starts his dramatic morning debut drum
solo. Closing my eyes, I turn to my left... Smile; Thank you!


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